The Gus Diaries

Part 141

Educational Surprises
 

The start of school was terrific! As Dad had arranged, Jeff and I were on the same floor, each in a single. Although it wasn’t common for freshmen to have singles, it wasn’t unheard of, especially for kids with rich parents. I didn’t like being known as Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor’s son, but I might as well reap the benefits that come with being the son of rich, and well known, fathers. The perks sure outweigh any downside.

And at CMU it’s common knowledge who this century’s most famous Pittsburgh born artist is. Dad’s influence in the community and his philanthropic work hasn’t gone unnoticed either. So my last name was hardly going to pass unrecognized. It’s kind of like being the spawn of Andy Warhol and Andrew Carnegie. (That’s a gross combination -- I like my fathers much better.)

In addition to the notoriety surrounding my fathers, classmates and dorm-mates seem to want to get to know the new guy on the CMU basketball team. We have a few on the team with enough skill to possibly elevate our ranking in the division. It would be even better to get recognition this year since Jeff is one of the captains.

Jeff and I spend most nights together, although more of the time is spent studying than I would have imagined, or liked, but we’re here for an education first and foremost, so as much as I hate to admit it, studying has to take precedence. Fitting in the school newspaper, my weekly pieces for the Pittsburgh paper, basketball, and studies leaves little time for fun. Fortunately, both Jeff and I are determined to make time to ensure we give one another the attention our relationship needs.

A couple of nights ago, when I was resting in Jeff’s arms after we’d made love for the second time, he kissed me on my forehead.

“You know, Gus, I really do love you.”

“You mean you’re not just using me for my hot ass and incredible sucking skills.”

Jeff chuckled. “Both of those are definitely part of the reason the sex never gets old, but it’s more than that, and you damn well know it.”

I held Jeff tighter, pressing my lips to the sweaty skin covering his generous heart (not the only generous organ he has) then nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Jeff tenderly stroked my hair.

“At first, when you wanted to have separate rooms, I thought you wanted to see less of me.”

Raising my head, I looked into his eyes.

“I know now how wrong I was. You just didn’t want us to rush into anything we couldn’t get out of.”

“I never want out,” I whispered into Jeff’s ear.

“Neither do I.” He took a deep breath. “Tomorrow night I’m going to be out pretty late. There’s a special dinner with a shit load of speeches for all the CMU team captains. Big donors come to this dog and pony show. I’ll come back here as soon as I can get away, but don’t wait up for me. Even though it’ll be pretty fucking late, I’ll need to get some study time in. There are a couple of big tests I have at the beginning of next week.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find something to occupy my time.”

“Why don’t you get out with Marci? When I saw her yesterday in the Student Union, she mentioned going to some Gay/Straight Alliance dance. It sounded like she wanted company.”

“I hate going to something like that without you.” I hated sounding whiny, but I did.

“I know, but it’ll give you and Marci some time together. Rick isn’t here, and I bet she’s missing her hunky boyfriend.”

“I’m glad he’s straight from the way you said that.” I smacked Jeff’s chest playfully.

“Unlike his very henpecked older brother, Drew.”

“Drew may be henpecked, but only the family knows Uncle Emmett runs their household, so his macho athlete’s reputation is intact as far as the public knows.”

Jeff snorted. “So will you go with Marci?”

“I’ll talk to Marci tomorrow. It wouldn’t be bad meeting some new people.”

“Just don’t run off with any hot guys.”

“I have no intention of running off with anyone. Marci will probably have to handcuff me to keep me at the dance long enough to do anything since I usually want to come back to you.”

“Sounds kinky.” That earned Jeff another swat. “Well, I won’t be back here until really late, so don’t rush.”

I nodded my head against Jeff’s chest as he continued to hold me firmly in his warm embrace. It wasn’t long before I was fast asleep.

 

*~*~*
 

“I’m having a great time dancing with you, but I don’t think Jeff would have a heart attack if you just danced with another guy.”

“It has nothing to do with Jeff's reaction; I have no interest in any other guys.”

“But you won’t make any new friends if you don’t talk to anyone but me.”

“I have friends on the basketball team.”

“There is life after basketball.” Marci put her hands on her hips and glared at me in the way she’d perfected living with Grandma Debbie. “Hey, that guy’s been watching you ever since we arrived.”

She pointed to a guy near the refreshment table. He was kind of hot, and had wavy blond hair. I was trying to avoid interacting with any guys who might think I was open for some play time. I liked being in a relationship and didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

As if Marci could read my mind, she whispered in my ear, “You don’t have to fuck him, or even touch him. Just start with a simple hello.”

Turning to face her, I saw a big grin cross her face. “Okay, okay. I’ll go say hi and make nice.”

“And I’ll go hang out with a few of those nice girls.”

“You do know most of them are probably lesbians?”

“And since I’m not interested in giving my boyfriend a heart attack either, he’d be thrilled to know I’m hanging out with a lesbian crowd.” She giggled as she walked over to a group of girls at the other end of the room and immediately started chatting with ease.

As I neared the guy who had been staring at me throughout the evening, we made eye contact and he nodded at me in acknowledgment.

I smiled back as I approached the table and grabbed a tall cup of cola. “Hey.”

“Hey. I’ve been watching you.”

“I noticed. My boyfriend is at a dinner with a lot of big wig donors and faculty. I’m not looking for a substitute.” I figured it was better to be up front and honest.

“Jeff Martin, one of the captains of the basketball team.” It was a statement, not a question. “He’s a nice guy, but I really wanted to meet you. We have a connection between our fathers that’s kind of amusing.”

“Our fathers?” I was intrigued.

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My foster dad had a crazy relationship with your dad when they were younger.”

“You must be mistaken. My dad’s only had one relationship with another man in his entire life.”

“Relationship is probably the wrong word, but it’s kind of a wild coincidence that we both ended up going to the same school and being the same age. In fact, I’ve seen you in Mr. Novotny-Bruckner’s class. It’s a small world.”

At this point I was completely confused and it must have shown in my expression.

The guy chuckled. “My name is Derek Brady. I took my foster dad’s name since I’ve been living with him since I was ten years old and now that I’m eighteen I had my name legally changed to match his.”

“I’m sorry. I really don’t recognize your name.”

“Maybe your dad only used my dad’s first name when he told you the story of their past. It seems they didn’t exchange a lot of conversation.”

I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as I glared at the guy. “And your father’s name would be...?”

“Brandon.”

[TBC]

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